Jessica woke abruptly from a dead sleep to the feel of something being pushed into her bottom.

What? she started to cry, but it came out as a strangled, muffled groan, the gag in her mouth obliterating coherency. She inhaled sharply through her nose, realizing that she was on her stomach, blindfolded, forcibly muted, and bound in a taut, naked spreadeagle.

"You're awake. Good." Kevin's voice intruded crisply.

This was no loving greeting. At the same time the object within her wiggled and she realized it was his finger.

"Don't tense up on me, Jess," her husband commanded against her involuntary movements. His fingers pinched her bottom painfully. "I'm taking your temperature and I want you to be perfectly still."

Overcoming initial shock, Jessica buried her face in the bed, removed of her pillow, and gave a deep mournful sob. He was going to do it, she knew beyond all doubts. He had already started. He was going to discipline her.

"Don't start," he commanded harshly.

Another pinch made her choke the tears back.

"That's better," he responded, pulling his finger from within her and instantly replacing it with the cold glass thermometer. "Now behave and don't move."

There were no kisses this time, no comfort. Jessica was left to endure her humiliation alone.

Long minutes later, Kevin returned and retrieved the thermometer, pulling it out in one swift motion. No words passed, only the faint scratch of pen on paper, and then he was holding her wrist. Undoing the first of the four ties that held her, Kevin didn't release her for an instant. The soft strap slipped away, but was replaced immediately by a broad, stiff leather cuff that reached halfway up her forearm. "Mmmmm," Jessica pleaded tearfully. She knew where all this was leading and wanted desperately to escape it.

"No more, Jess," Kevin ordered instantly, his fingers tightening like steel bands. "I don't want to hear it. You are not speak unless I tell you to. Understood?"

The pressure on her arm increased until Jessica nodded. He was serious and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Protest would only give her more to endure.

Kevin dropped her arm and went around the bed to seize the other. It too was freed and secured in a leather cuff, but he didn't drop it. Instead, he reached across her and took the first, binding the two together with a pair of clips.

Miserable, Jessica wanted to at least stretch her arms to get more comfortable, but he wasn't going to allow it. Pulling them forward he dragged her toward the end of the bed, not stopping until her bottom was at the edge and her knees were bent and spread uncomfortably. When she was finally where he wanted her, he pulled her captive arms high over her head and secured them to something he must have already attached to the head of the bed. She knew better than to try and drag herself back. "Hummm, not good enough," Kevin murmured, tracing a finger along the inside of her strained and trembling thigh. "I think maybe I should use the slings this time."

It took all of her will for Jessica not to give voice to the wail building inside of her. Oh, God! He wasn't going to show her any mercy!

Sure enough, after a lot of noise and jostling, Jessica felt her husband take her ankle. When it was free, her first instinct was to kick out, but she instantly quelled it. He would do far worse if she did. Numb with dread, she didn't resist when he lifted her leg and bent her knee back, slipping her foot and calf into a rough canvas sling. From experience, she knew that it was dangling from the joint connecting the far corner of the canopy. The setup offered her little room for movement, but just to be sure, Kevin raised her leg with one hand, creating a degree of slack, and tightened a series of laces with the other, sealing the lower end of the sling tightly around her leg. He then repeated the entire procedure on her other leg.

When Kevin was finished, Jessica was dangling from her lower extremities, her upper body stretched across the pillows he'd placed under the small of her back and curve of her neck. Her bottom was raised several inches and her entire nether region was mercilessly exposed and spread.

Just the way he wanted it.

Standing at the end of the bed, Kevin viewed his work with satisfaction. His poor little angel was completely and utterly helpless now and hating every minute of it. Which was part of the whole purpose, he reflected. It was difficult for him not to relent, touched by the sight of her unhappiness, but his own self-dictated rules allowed him no room to comfort her. Such kindness would only put to risk all he hoped to accomplish, and right now she needed the full impact of this lesson more than anything else. She needed to learn.

Studying Jessica's spread form, Kevin recalled that he had only done this twice in their years of marriage and only because he had felt that such extremes were necessary. Still, he couldn't deny the warmth that built in his loins at seeing his wife this way. In this state there was nothing she could hide from him. Hotly, his gaze traveled over her beautiful taut breasts, the rosy nipples standing erect with fear and anticipation, down the flat of her stomach, quivering now ever so slightly, and still down further until it had settled between her wide spread legs. He could see it all this way. Her smooth shorn mound, her naked layered folds, her sweetly vulnerable clit, her soft yielding entrance. All of it, all in its glistening glory, still slick with last night's baby oil. All the way down to her bare, winking little anus.

For a long torturous minute all he could think was how very much he would love to take it all into his mouth, warming and wetting it with long slow strokes of his tongue.

But he couldn't, not yet. He gave his head a firm shake to dispel the image. Perhaps when he was done....

Suppressing his lustful urges, Kevin gathered his wits and pulled the metal framed vanity chair to set it just at the end of the bed, right in front of her unwilling offering. He had already moved the chest that normally sat there off to one side, but had kept it within easy reach. Its glossy surface was now laid with all of his assorted "equipment".

Smiling, Kevin decided he was ready to begin.

Surveying his stock, Kevin's gaze fell first to the nearest end of the chest. Resting on a cloth mat that protected the fine wood beneath, two bowls sat side by side. Both were metal, one covered in a sheen of dew that hinted at the chill of the ice water within, the other was wrapped in a mist of steam. He dipped his fingers in the latter.

Not too hot, he mused silently, pleased that it had cooled enough in the past fifteen minutes. This was a new idea and he was eager to test it. He picked up an orange sponge and dropped it in. Depositing a blue one in the other, he smiled at the cold droplets that spattered his hand and watched it darken as it sank below the surface of ice cubes and expanded. He had picked these particular sponges purposely, for the large capacity of their pores.

While he waited for his prizes to absorb and fill, Kevin turned his attention back to his wife. She lay still and tense, spread and dangling, waiting helplessly for what he would inflict on her. So vulnerable, he thought, feeling a slight tremor shoot through his heart. He loved her so very, very.... Resisting the urge to take advantage and fondle her affectionately, he quickly reached for the towels he had placed on the floor and efficiently tucked one beneath her bottom. She jumped slightly, her legs swaying, but didn't utter a sound.

Soon, baby, he thought, anticipation overcoming his momentary lapse. He reached for the orange sponge. Shaking it a few times over the bowl to remove any betraying droplets, he then brought it, heavy and full, and set lightly on her naked mound. Jessica made a soft sound at the heat, but didn't squirm until he pressed it firmly, releasing a wash of hot water to spill over and between her defenseless lips.

"Mmmmm," she whimpered when the first riverlet pooled against her moist opening. Due to the angle it passed over quickly, trickling in a steam down her open cleft until it slowed, bathing her anus, and dribbled onto the towel.

At the first touch of the water on her puckered rose, the tight ring of muscles began to wink spastically, trying vainly to fend off the assault. Kevin's response was to squeeze the sponge more tightly, renewing the flow.

Dear God! he thought, watching her tight back entrance flex and twitch. He would like nothing more than to open it for her, to allow the warm river an alternate passage, but that was out of the question at the moment. Kevin had come too far to allow such manipulation to take on a negative context. He would indulge later perhaps, secretly, during her next treatment. Until then, he would just have to control himself. With that thought in mind and all too aware of the bulge growing beneath his sweatpants, Kevin tried to school his urges and lifted the sponge from her. Setting it on the towel, he inserted his fingers and tenderly parted her lips. Leaning forward he blew gently all up and down her glistening folds.

Squirming at the chill, Jessica moaned deep and low.

"Not a sound," Kevin warned sternly, flicking his index finger sharply against her clit.

She jumped and quieted.

"Good girl," he praised enthusiastically, retrieving the sponge. It was light now, the bulk of the water gone, but still damp enough to be useful. He brought it back to her mound and began to wipe at her in short firm strokes. He could feel her body tense with each new contact, but ignored this as he continued down between her lips, over and around her sex, and then down to swab around her anus, removing all traces of the oil.

When Jessica was good and clean, Kevin sat back and watched her. He knew what his manipulation could do to her and the moment he saw the first signs of betrayal he smiled to himself in silent triumph. "You're doing well, baby," he told her. Then forcing a more discouraging voice, "But Daddy doesn't like this." As he spoke, he pressed his forefinger into her sex and pulled it out to trace the moistness up her thigh. "Maybe you should cool down for a while."

Confident, Kevin pulled all the way back then, with all the impression that he was going to leave her be, and watched her unknowingly relax. Just as he had known she would. Grinning devilishly, he reached for the blue sponge.

Shaking it out, with extreme care not to inadvertently betray his charade, Kevin brought his instrument of torment to hover several inches over her puffy, moistened lips. Then, suddenly and without warning, he wrung it with both hands, releasing a torrent of liquid torture.

"MMMMMMM!" Jessica bucked and rocked under the onslaught of frigid water. Her arms jerked and strained against the V'd straps that stretched her cuffed wrists to the head of the bed. At the same time her legs kicked, swinging wildly above his head.

Kevin merely nodded his satisfaction and ducked away, watching her writhe several inches backward, vainly trying to flee. He let her go without comment and in moments she had retreated as far as the limits of her bindings would allow.

Content with the effect, Kevin decided to ingrain in his wife's mind just how truly helpless she really was. Dipping the sponge back amid the ice cubes, he pulled it out, dripping and heavy, and cradled it in his hand. Without a thought to mercy, he then bent carefully forward again and cupped it firmly, right between her legs. The water was no less frigid and under the pressure of his fingers filled her every crevice.

"MMMF! MMMMM!" Jessica grunted and spasmed, thrashing wildly as she discovered she had no where else to run.

"Not a sound!" Kevin ordered, using his free hand to slap the exposed side of her buttocks. "Do you want me to get the crop?"

Jessica's cries instantly whimpered into silence, but she continued to writhe as he pressed the last drops of water against her bare skin. "Be still!" he commanded, gripping the back of her knee to help her. "If you don't settle down this instant, Jessica Marie, I will tie you down in the tub and give you an ice bath."

It was an idea born of inspiration and did the job better than any threat had done before. Jessica froze instantly, her body jerking to a stop, rigid from head to toe.

Wonderful! Kevin gloated silently. Not that he would ever do such a thing, not now when she wasn't completely well. He would never subject her already weakened system to something that could so easily make her ill.

But she didn't need to know that.

"Very good," he continued more evenly, knowing she was hanging on his every word. "That was lesson one, baby. Now let's see if Daddy's little girl has learned anything about control."

All but voicing his intent, Kevin let Jessica stew a moment in dreadful anticipation before filling the sponge again and repeating what he'd just done.

There was no sound this time, no violent movements, only a trembling in her legs and rippling in stomach muscles that betrayed her discomfort.

Pleased, Kevin discarded the blue sponge and retrieved the orange. Wringing it out, he draped it gently over her reddened folds.

Soothed by the relief, some of the tension eased from Jessica's stiff frame.

"That was very good, baby," Kevin rewarded her, secretly glad he could offer her a tiny respite. "But now that you're clean on the outside, Daddy wants to do the inside too."

Jessica moaned into her gag and he patted her leg.

"Remember what you've learned," he warned.

Leaving his wife to stew again, Kevin tossed the sponges away and picked up an empty douche. It was a small clear plastic bottle with a separate angled spout, not unlike her medication applicator, that could be screwed on once the container had been filled. Tossing the plastic cylinder between his hands, he pondered the two bowls. Presently, he dropped the spout in the hot water and immersed the bottle in the cold. When the container was full he dried the outside, already chilled, and screwed the warmed nozzle on top. Smearing the spout with K-Y, he turned back to his wife.

At the first touch of his fingers on the edges of her moist entrance, Jessica started, but quickly stilled. Silently praising her control, he parted the delicate folds and slowly slipped the nozzle in as deep as it would go. Feeling the warmth, she unsuspectingly relaxed.

Poor Jess, Kevin thought with a pang of guilt. His conscious wasn't plagued enough, however, to keep him from inverting the bottle and quickly giving it a firm squeeze.

Jessica's body heaved and arched in involuntary response to the icy water that mercilessly flooded her moist hot depths. Watching her jaw clamp violently, Kevin could almost hear the hiss as the frigid liquid quenched the growing fires within. Lukewarm from its journey, the water soon began to escape around his hand, forcibly expelled onto the already sodden towel. Rolling her head from side to side, Jessica began to sob.

When the last of the water flushed out of her, Kevin quickly refilled the bottle, using the warm, and repeated the procedure more slowly. The relief he gave was intense. Collapsing back, Jessica sobbed more softly while her body began to tremble as she released the iron grip on her muscles.

Laying the douche aside, Kevin stood and moved around the bed to sit beside his precious wife. Resisting the urge to stroke her brow in comfort, he settled for patting her head.

"Exceptional," he praised, in the smooth tones of a satisfied parent. "You did very, very well, baby. You passed your first lesson with flying colors and that deserves a reward."

To prove he wasn't lying, Kevin gently raised her head and removed the ball gag.

Jessica breathed in deep ragged gasps, sobbing all the while.

"Quiet down," Kevin instructed, keeping it soft so as not to drive her into a frenzy of tears. If he meant to continue it was important that he keep a careful balance.

His unhappy little wife bit her lip and struggled to obey. Presently, she regained control again.

"Very good, baby," he praised generously, wanting nothing more than to take her in his arms. He forced the urge down only with great effort. "See how much you've learned already?"

There was no response, but he hadn't really expected one. Making sure his voice held just the right amount of authority, he used his fingers to tip her chin.

"You're doing great, baby, so next we're going work on expanding your control. First, though, I want to give you some breakfast. Now, I'm going to release your arms, but I don't want you to move them. Understand?" Jessica bit her lip again and nodded.

Working efficiently, Kevin untied the leather straps and unclipped the cuffs. He paused for a moment, tempting her to disobey, but she only waited. Pleased, he pulled her arms forward and helped her to sit, slipping behind her to prop her in an awkward V with his own body.

"Are you hungry?" he asked kindly.

To his surprise she answered that she was, a very tiny, hesitant "yes".

Further heartened by her appetite, Kevin retrieved a thermos from the nightstand. Uncapping it, he poured some of the contents into the lid. It was leftover broth from the stew he'd made the night before and he knew it would go far in replenishing her. Steadying her with his arm, he tipped it to her lips.

Jessica sipped tentatively at first, but discovering the rich flavor, began to drink greedily. He let her have her fill, almost three cups, before wiping her lips and setting the thermos aside again.

"Lay back down now," he instructed, slipping out from behind her and easing her down.

She did and, much to his relief and delight, stretched her arms back over her head. At this point, had she fought him in desperation or begged him to stop, he would have done so without hesitation. Patting her cheek by way of reward, Kevin clipped the cuffs back together and retied them to the straps.

"We're going to start now, baby," he said, once he'd returned to his seat. "I'm not going to gag you this time, but I want you to remember everything you've learned."

While Jessica shivered in fearful anticipation, Kevin scanned his assorted "tools". From here on out he planned to stick to routine, with minor variations or course, but with the same underlying theme. Two many wild diversions in one session would push the limits of her tolerance.

When he finally decided that his wife had waited long enough, Kevin reached for a slim six inch flesh toned vibrator, no thicker than his thumb. Inverting it so that the tip was aimed at the floor, he gently laid it between her naked lips.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked casually.

Jessica nodded.

"That's not the right response, baby," he warned, tapping her lightly with the instrument.

"Y...yes, Daddy," she quickly stammered.

"Very good. Now these are the rules. Daddy is going to do everything in his power to make you very, very hot, but you are not to cumm until he gives you permission. You can ask him to let you, beg if you want, but you are not, under any circumstance, to cumm until he tells you. If you do, Daddy will punish you severely and then start all over again until you finally get it right. Does my baby understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," Jessica whispered.

Kevin knew she did. His wife was already intimately familiar with his expectations and his seriousness about her absolute obedience. The first time he had disciplined her she had failed to listen and had indulged in pleasurable release the moment she had felt the urge. He had rewarded her accordingly, by keeping the vibrator mercilessly pressed to her sensitized clit until she had repeated her orgasm three more times. Afterward he had told her that that should take care of her desires and had begun her discipline again at square one. Weeping, she hadn't failed him again.

"Alright then. We're going to begin," Kevin announced, casting a sidelong glance at the assortment of leather straps that could hold the instrument in place should it become necessary to leave it for an extended period of time.

Shaking his head at his lack of faith, he quickly raised the vibrator and flicked the switch that would set it into motion. It sprang to life in his hand and he couldn't repress a grimace. These sessions were nearly as torturous for him. Already he was rock hard and throbbing, but knew he wouldn't allow himself release any sooner than he allowed her. Jessica might not realize it, but this was a lesson in control for both of them.

Gripping the vibrator firmly, Kevin lowered it slowly to barely brush the quivering tip along the edges of her outer lips.

"Ohhh!" Jessica jumped as if his touch had taken her by surprise.

Kevin grinned and let the tip roll slowly down the edges of her folds, running it in tiny circles up and down her sex and then over the smooth curve of her mound. A thin sheen of dampness begin to spring from her hot center and Jessica began to shiver. When Kevin teasingly brought the tip to nestle it in the tiny fold just above flesh of her hood, her shivers turned to outright trembling.

"Muuummmmm," Jessica moaned and wiggled her hips to try to force him lower.

Kevin responded by withdrawing the vibrator and clicking it off. He sat back and waited for her to grow quiet again.

When Jessica had stopped squirming, her trembles abated, he flicked the switch again and brought the tip back to tease deeper between her folds. Working in long seductive strokes, he soon had his little wife squirming again, and again he pulled back to wait.

This went on for what must have seemed at eternity of his tormented little wife. Each time, Kevin grew bolder, touching her deeper, bringing her higher toward mindless pleasure, but at the last instant always denying her. Eventually, he began to intersperse his taunts with brief brushes to her engorged clit, causing her to pant and grunt in frustration. By the time he was ready to move on to something new, Jessica was shaking and twisting, her entire cleft glistening and damp.

"P... please, Daddy," she pleaded when he withdrew the instrument, speaking for the first time since he had begun. "Please may I cumm?"

Kevin couldn't help but laugh. "Baby, don't be silly. It's much too soon for that."

Jessica groaned and rolled her head from side to side.

Watching her, Kevin decided he had really gotten her worked up this time. She was so close to the edge now that he knew that she would never hold out if he continued. Best then to let her cool down for a while.

Very quietly Kevin rose and headed for the bathroom. He had managed to put a leash on his own desires for the moment so he took advantage to relieve his bladder. Washing his hands, he studied himself in the mirror. He really did need a shave, but fingering the stubble, he decided it would have to wait.

He didn't want his baby to get too cool.